i drove 430 miles today with my gf to get to our vacation destination. for some reason i thought that it was smart to eat a slim jim and a bottle of diet mountain dew for breakfast.

about 330 miles into the drive, we stopped at a roadside restaurant touting itself as making the best pie in the area. i had a rachel sandwich on cranberry wildrice bread with homemade potato chips. the food was good, but the second i sat down, that slim jim started fucking with me and i got really bad stomach cramps. the restaurant was hot and i had to listen to an old lady who sounded like a man talk about her new blood sugar meter, her diabetes, and how she often eats just half a cookie because "that's really enough to satisfy me."

i had stomach cramps for the remaining 100 miles. that 100 miles, diary, included multiple areas of road construction that limited driving to a single lane and we had to follow a guide car. when we finally checked in to our room, i took a massive dump and felt better. i laid down, opened the patio door, and took a nap with my lady while listening to waves lapping on the shore.

after we woke up, we took a steam shower and headed out to look for moose. we didn't see any, but we did see a fox. we headed back to town and went to a tavern and had baked brie with lingonberry jam, spicy dry rubbed wings, and my lady had a bowl of french onion soup with gruyere. my stomach got bad again and i took another dump. then i watched the us open. then i took another dump. then i read about gridman's new camera and looked at a picture of a everyday lady in a bikini.

my lady is rubbing my shoulder as i type this so i got a go and relax.

my lady is asleep. i only too a few pics and i'm trying to upload them, but my computer thinks my camera is my phone and isn't letting me upload right now. i'm repairing disk permissions to see if that helps.

tomorrow we're getting up kind of early and going to grab some breakfast before hiking to the highest point in this state.